The blue clouded over, there sprang a wind.

The trees bent and shook, the deep glen grew gray and dark.
That wind died and there was a breathless stillness, heated and heavy.
Each heard the other's breathing as they walked.
"Let us go more quickly! We have a long way." "Will you go back to Mother Binning's ?" "That, too, is far." They had passed the cave a little way and were in mid-glen.

It was dusk in this narrow pass.

The trees hung, shadows in a brooding twilight; between the close-set pillars of the hills the sky showed slate-hued, with pallid feathers of cloud driven across.

Lightning tore it, the thunder was loud, the trees upon the hilltops began to move.